...as if I were only a flower after all and not the map of the country in which it grows.
John AshberySo one can lose a good idea
by not writing it down, yet by losing it one can have it: it nourishes other asides
it knows nothing of, would not recognize itself in, yet when the negotiations
are terminated, speaks in the acts of that progenitor, and does
recognize itself, is grateful for not having done so earlier.
Mots clés thought memory forgetting
This was our ambition: to be small and clear and free.
Alas, the summer’s energy wanes quickly,
A moment and it is gone. And no longer
May we make the necessary arrangements, simple as they are.
Our star was brighter perhaps when it had water in it.
Tomorrow would alter the sense of what had already been learned,
That the learning process is extended in this way, so that from this standpoint
None of us ever graduates from college,
For time is an emulsion, and probably thinking not to grow up
Is the brightest kind of maturity for us, right now at any rate.
until only infinity remained of beauty
John AshberyThe music brought us what it seemed / We had long desired, but in a form / so rarefied there was no emptiness of sensation
John AshberyMots clés music the-mythological-poet
I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.
John AshberyMots clés immortality
The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes
John AshberyIts a bit mad. Too bad, I mean, that getting to know each just for a fleeting second
Must be replaced by unperfect knowledge of the featureless whole
Like some pocket history of the world, so general
As to constitute a sob or wail
Mots clés knowledge
Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision
John AshberyMots clés time indecision
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